Little tramp comin' up the strip with a hundred
dollar smile
Sparks flyin' off her fingertips, drive the young
cop wild
Some nights are wound so tight like a storm about
to break
Better stand in your doorway when everything
starts to shake
You get restless like a cat waking up at
midnight,
Hungry, never quite satisfied
Chorus:
This is our world and these are our times
This is our world and these are our times
Little brother like a street god with a drop dead
attitude
Say he's looking like a shadow now, runnin' low
on green and food
Some lives are wound up tight like a wave about
to crash
Hard times seem to multiply while the joy runs
out so fast
You get restless like a kid crawling out of a bad
dream
Hungry, never quite satisfied
chorus repeats 2x
(Solo)
Make way for the son of a rebel wired to a bottle
of flame
He's got two black eyes and a purple heart and a
bone hangin' on a chain
These times are like dynamite, a head-on with
history
Some fool's bound to burn it all down, don't care
about you and me
He'll get desperate like a child in the eye of a
nightmare
Hungry, never quite satisfied
chorus repeats 2x...